Satiricus felt all rejuvenated. Easter will do that to a fella, he thought to himself as he ambled over to the Back Street Bar. Ever since he’d been a kid, he felt moved when holding a kite that was reaching for the skies. Now that he had his own kids, he tried to impart that wonder to them.
“It’s not the same with these Chinese Kites,” Satiricus complained to the fellas after he took his seat at the back. “They’re too garish!”
“Like me tell yuh las’ week,Sato, a na de kite,” said Cappo with a smile. “Dem chirren diffren’ nowadays!”
“An’ na only da,” said Bungi. “Dem big-big boom bax mek yuh cyaan even t’ink in yuh own head!!”
“Well, Sato,” said Hari, changing the subject to Satiricus’ alarm. “Now that your leader Nagga Man’s back, how’s he doing?”
“They told him he has to go straight back to the job,” Satiricus said slowly. “And already he’s been hit with a crisis a day!!”
“Me only hear ‘bout de police who cuss up Nagga Man buddy, Charan Rass fram Berbice,” said Cappo with raised eyebrows. “Wha’ mo’ happen?”
“That’s one,” admitted Satiricus. “But now they’ve told him they will yank the government radio station off the air!”
“Me bin fuhget Nagga Man na only gi’e aarda to de Kranic,” admitted Bungi. “’E ah arda radio an’ TV too!”
“But why didn’t they pay their radio licence?” asked Hari. “Deadbeat!!”
“Well,” admitted Satiricus sheepishly. “None of the media entities can do a thing without Nagga Man’s permission! And you know he was out.”
“Hol’ it right deh!” interrupted Cappo loudly. “Suh HE a de waan who ‘gree fuh fyaah Hine and Lois!!”
“We can’t say for sure,” said Satiricus weakly as he realised he’d trapped himself. He tried to change the subject. “But there’s that situation in Linden that just blew up!”
“Wha’ da?” demanded Bungi.
“Wan’ KFC big wan tell wan lil gyaal, ‘cash fuh flesh’!” Cappo said angrily. “And dem want fuh cova da up!”
“But Nagga Man will never stand for that!” said Satiricus stoutly.
“We’ll see about that,” said Hari quietly.
